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[ The days have passed exceedingly uncomfortably for him since being bodily removed from Iki. It's been difficult for him to sleep at night without the usual warmth of Al by his side. His muscles ache too, not having been able to get a regular massage either. Without Al, he's a near mess. The kind of hopeless mess he had been before Al had arrived in Ukiyo, and though he occasionally sees his brother on their rounds or in whispered conversations over their fansuwoths, it's not the same. He aches for his brother, like an ache has settled in his chest and won't let go. And he can still remember the sensation of his brother's body against him, leaving him awake in the middle of the night, hard and needy.

Now, he's flopped over on his futon with a mess of blonde hair draping around him. His fingers poke at the fansuwoth and he's considering calling Al again, despite knowing that it won't heal his loneliness. In fact, he knows he should at least talk to Al if he wants to avoid another lecture from Sakura. So with a sigh, he finally dials the number to his brother's connection and waits for the screen on Al's side to flicker to life. ]

chemeia

[ooc: continued from here.]

With me.

[ A quiet acknowledgement as their foreheads come together. Pulling her hands forward, they palm over Al's chest where, regrettably, she cannot feel the steady beating of Al's heart under her cold, steel fingers. But he's warm under the touch of her left hand, and that's enough.

He says he wants to stay with her, and she knows that the phrase alone carries a lot of meaning. She's always known Al's slight wish for a home, after losing the one they had. She's always known about Al's desire to remain tied to Amestris, if not through a home, then through the people they've met. She's felt it too. But she's tired of the demands Central has for them both. She's tired of the way the state expects her, as the only person to have ever completed a successful human transmutation (aside from Al, of course), to be at their beck and call. She's tired of the stares and the whispers. The suggestions that the only way she made it up the ranks so quickly was because of her relationship with the colonel (and that thought makes her rankle a bit). It's probably selfish of her to think it, but she feels almost as if she's given up enough to her country, and the exchange hasn't always been Equivalent. ]

You would?

[ She already knows the answer of course, shifting forward a bit more with a tilt of her head. Three words nearly dangle on her lips, unspoken, but there. Her hands move again, placed gently over the palms on her face. ]

Let's leave, Al. Let's go tomorrow. In the morning. Leave everything. Just me and you.

lavaliere

( please brother, let it be )

alchimia

[ AU!Continuation from this post.

He can feel the way Al tenses beneath him and he doesn't like it. He doesn't want Al to withdraw or even feel uncomfortable. He wants Al to be warm and alive and molded against him like he should be. And though it feels slightly wrong to initiate anything (because how much of it is out of concern for Al and not his own selfish wants?), he pulls away just enough to discard his already open shirt. It's dropped to the floor, like his pants had been earlier, and then he's resting his hands on either side of Al's head, making sure their legs are entangled enough to prevent Al from moving too far.

In this position, he looks down on his brother, bangs creating a curtain around them and making his eyes darken in already scant light. But even in the low light, it's still enough to tell how full of emotion his eyes are. As if looking at Al can somehow convey how he feels or the words he wishes he could say but can't because he's never been good with words like Al is. ]

Al...

alchimia

[ There are few things that Ed enjoys in life more than a warm, hot bath. And really, he can't be blamed, the way heated water eases the stress on his muscles and joints caused by his limbs making it possible for him to relax. It's calming too, making his usual demeanor soften, and allowing him to reflect on the better parts of his day, rather than whatever might have annoyed or bug him.

All he needs now is a certain younger brother to join him, as Al's presence would only make the current mood even better. He slants a gaze towards the changing rooms where Al's still dallying, and cocks his head as his arms spread out along the sides. Unbound hair sticks to his cheeks and back, quickly brushed away as he lifts a hand to call out. ]

Oi, Al, hurry up!

alchimia

[ It's mid-day, sometime between Kiyoha's many engagements, and Ed's making his way towards the market to pick up a few items he'll need. After over a month in Ukiyo, he's gotten used to the feel of wooden sandals under his feet as they clack against cobbles as well as the strange and restrictive feel of a yukata. This time, at least, he's managed to match it well enough with the vivid red color of the coat Al had left behind before he'd even arrived. That's thanks again to Kiyoha and partially why he's headed towards the market right now. To pick up something in return for her help.

He's taken to leaving his hair down lately, a side effect to it often being pulled down for various reasons that he doesn't want to dwell on. And as a result, it frames his face and trails down his back to where it nearly reaches the dark emblem that reminds him of Teacher and of Al.

For once, memories of the past are almost welcome distractions away from everything that's happened in this strange new world. Between worrying if his decision was right (Is this okay, Al? It means you won't disappear for sure, so it's alright... isn't it?) and the complications of becoming too close to so many people, it's no wonder he's feeling a bit off-center. Not even Alfonse's familiar face is around for him to watch, to take his mind off things. In Ukiyo, it's all these strange things all the time. He's never wanted to deal with being awkwardly stuck between two guys and their personal issues, much less having to deal with sex so often. So to think of Al and wondering what he might be doing at this moment is a welcome relief.

Maybe his little brother is eating apple pie. Or maybe he's talking to Winry. Maybe he's taken his place in the military (and he certainly hope Al hasn't). He should ask the damn colonel some time, if the other man ever bothers to come out of hiding.

Pausing in front of a likely shop that might have what he's looking for, Ed's thoughts are momentarily derailed, bringing him back to the present. The sun is hot on his back, and he probably shouldn't have worn his jacket over the many layers of silk, but at the moment, he can't really bring himself to care. ]

alkahestic.livejournal.com

[ Derp, hanging out in his (and Ed's?) apartment and reading through a book on advanced weather alchemy. He's sitting on the couch with a cup of tea nearby and a few other books or journals sitting around him. Some are marked and some have pens holding places, splotches of ink, and scribbled notes in the margins.

This can be, idk, any 'verse you want lmfao. ]

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